Notte di San Lorenzo, La (The Night of San Lorenzo) Page #5

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But now I'm Biondo.

I'm San Martino.

Juliano.

I like changing names.

I never liked mine.

Dilvo.

Can I be Bruno, although it's his name?

That's all right.

I'm Achilles.

He never lost a battle! Right, Nina?

You, Achilles?

But where's your sword?

In your sheath, my Helen of Troy.

I don't even know if it's a name.

Requiem.

Call me Requiem.

Lion.

Orangutan.

Owl.

Fur.

That's a nice name. And you?

I...

Giovanni.

Giovanni.

Your feet are so pretty.

They're the only pretty things about me.

Otherwise, I'm ugly.

You're not ugly.

You don't have to console me.

I was born ugly, and I've stayed ugly.

What you don't know...

is what it is to be ugly...

and yet to feel beautiful.

Maybe it's the way the men look at you.

You understand that,

even though you're a virgin.

And still...

Still, if the Germans fly over again...

one, the one I choose...

the one I want...

and I won't be a virgin anymore.

That night was August 10, my love.

The shooting stars...

the night of Saint Lawrence...

when wishes are granted.

But none of us thought about it then.

The next morning...

before the others woke up...

Renata and I went to pee.

You have a vivid imagination.

American.

Americans.

God, my head's spinning.

I'm dizzy.

You're not used to them, Papa.

- Over the hill.

- No, through the woods!

The Fascists!

Leave it.

I'll show you.

- Giuseppe!

- Rosanna!

Does Mama know you're with them?

Move away! Rosanna, move away!

Move away, Rosanna!

Nicola!

Give yourself up!

You give up!

You've killed me.

- Who's winning?

- I am looking for Bruno.

Who's winning?

Grandma's been wounded.

Some water.

I'll say Mussolini as often as I like.

I'll say Mussolini as often as I like.

Bruno! Biondo!

Over here.

Stay down.

Papa!

Let's get out of here.

They're killing us all!

Hold on!

- Cut, cut.

- His hands, his hands.

Show yourselves!

I know you all!

Show yourselves! Luigi! Giuseppe!

And you...

Dilvo Senesi, I recognized you.

And I know you, too.

You're Giglioli from Marzana!

You've already killed me, Giglioli.

Why mess up my face?

My God, Senesi!

Go, go, go, go!

Stay right there!

Go away!

Away!

"Dirt and soil. Job had a boil.

"Medication, medication.

Add some chicken defecation.

"And the dog and cat doo-doo.

By tomorrow you'll be through.

"Sigh and moan. Stump of tree.

"Severed vine. Leave me be.

"Rise up, run from here.

"Make my warts disappear."

That's enough!

Enough.

The Marmugis are hiding in the orchard.

One of them climbed up the cherry tree.

Down! Down!

I won't!

I said, come down!

Father, where are you?

- Come down!

- Can you hear me?

I hear you!

I hear you!

Kill me.

Not him.

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